The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

Shan Gaoming has guessed [-] endings after a confession. The best is to be happy with each other, and the worst is to be rejected and scolded as a pervert. But tonight's behavior can be prevaricated by drunkenness, but he must Unexpectedly, it would develop into this situation.

Pei Mingxuan looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were like ice skates, and his hands were firmly clasped on his wrist like iron tongs: "Let go."

Shan Gaoming read the unspoken words from the terrifying eyes: If you don't let go, I will cripple your hand.

Shan Gaoming let go, completely forgetting the drunk posture he had been maintaining all the time: "Ms. Pei...I...you..."

After stuttering for a long time, I squeezed out a sentence: "Do you allow love in your studio?"

He Yuhuan: "Not allowed!"

Pei Mingxuan: "Allowed."

Shan Gaoming's eyes fluttered between the two, Pei Mingxuan's murderous look was too strong, so he only dared to look at He Yuhuan: "Teacher Pei said yes."

He Yuhuan silently lit a piece of wax for the reckless man, and now he understands that Shan Gaoming came to confess his love under the pretense of being drunk, and he was annoyed that he didn't notice this cluster of small flames, otherwise he would never let Shan Gaoming enter the house.

"Shan Gaoming, it's been a full year since the starring role in "White Deer" debuted." Pei Mingxuan said flatly, "It's complete, it's time to quit the circle."

Shan Gaoming froze, his neck turned to Pei Mingxuan with pauses, and He Yuhuan seemed to be able to hear the creaking sound coming from his neck, like a scream of extreme horror.

"Brother Mingxuan, he was joking just now, don't take it seriously." He Yuhuan winked at Shan Gaoming and pointed to the door.

"I... that's right, I was just joking..." Compared with the relationship that has just grown a seedling and has no branches, the dream that has persisted for most of my life, the career in the rising stage is of course more important, Shan Gaoming sneered Smiling, "Teacher Pei, I was wrong, I will never make such a joke again, don't be as knowledgeable as me!"

Pei Mingxuan didn't respond and just stared at him like that.

Shan Gaoming was stabbed several times by his eyes, and looked at He Yuhuan for help.

He Yuhuan pointed to the door quietly again, and mouthed: "Let's go."

"Then I won't bother you guys!" Shan Gaoming ran out like shit, with his feet stuck in the corner of the wall, grinning his teeth in pain and didn't dare to stop, and he slammed the door behind him.

After two seconds of silence in the room, Pei Mingxuan put the bento bag on the table: "Eat first."

The rustling sound of the nylon bag seemed to sweep over people's hearts. He Yuhuan peeked at Pei Nanshen's expression, calm and calm, but the "first" before eating clearly indicated that there would be "after".

Pei Mingxuan always eats quickly, and after finishing his bento, he silently looks at He Yuhuan.

He Yuhuan smacked his mouth in disbelief, goosebumps appeared on his back: "I..."

"Finish." Pei Mingxuan stuffed the chopsticks he put back into his hands.

He Yuhuan swallowed his saliva, and could only continue to eat, finally finished eating, put down his chopsticks: "I'm done eating..."

Pei Mingxuan nodded, his expression was calm, but he had an aura that was about to rain.

"I didn't expect Shan Gaoming...to look at me like that." He Yuhuan laughed foolishly, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Next time I will never let other people into the room, regardless of gender."

Pei Mingxuan raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter if it's male or female?"

"Except for you!" He Yuhuan hurriedly completed the words, otherwise the male god Pei who was in the room now would be the middle...

Pei Mingxuan's expression finally eased slightly: "Why?"

"You're not like everyone else."

Pei Mingxuan walked towards He Yuhuan, leaned over, pressed his hands on the armrest of the sofa, and locked him in a small space: "What's the difference?"

He Yuhuan said silently: In an emergency, please give the male god a smooth hair!sorry!My favorite fans!

He raised his head, gently brought his lips together, and kissed her: "I'm just like you."

"Not enough." Pei Mingxuan leaned over and deepened the kiss.

The ambiguous atmosphere quickly heated up in the room, and the kiss was long and deep, making people gasp.

After the kiss was finally over, He Yuhuan hadn't calmed down yet, he just felt a pair of warm big hands across his waist, and then he was picked up, and after the world spun, only the handsome face of the male god Pei approaching, and the man behind him were left in his sight. The background - the ceiling.

There is a soft mattress behind him, the pillow is just right on the back of the head, and the back of the neck is pressed against Pei Mingxuan's palm. This very comfortable posture makes He Yuhuan's heart pound violently.

The years of integrity on Pei Mingxuan's face collapsed inch by inch, and He Yuhuan found that his acting skills had collapsed, like a majestic building. If the reality before was just flakes of glass, then at this moment, the building has completely collapsed.

The fiery eyes seemed to reflect the bright red rose quietly blooming in the ruins.

"Not enough." Pei Mingxuan's voice was slightly hoarse.

He Yuhuan gasped lightly, such a deep kiss is not enough, so what else?As in countless dreams...

"Do you hate cheating?" Pei Mingxuan pressed his lips to his ear, and his clear voice was filled with forbearance and panting, causing a shudder, "For example, you are already with me, but you want to claim that you are single."

He Yuhuan's brain was already burned by Pei Nanshen's temperature, and he spit out two words indistinctly: "No..."

"Of course not, you can't live up to the fans' expectations and love, right?" Pei Mingxuan's lips moved down inch by inch, pausing on Wei Yang's tender white neck, "Then, let's unspoken rules."

The kisses fell like a storm, and He Yuhuan had no power to resist, only hearing the deep voice bewitching waves into his ears.

"You were forced."

"It's the request of the patron's father."

"Be obedient, the gold master's father will give you a good script to act in."

The "forced" He Yuhuan was like a thin sampan in the waves named Pei Mingxuan, with ups and downs, he didn't know how long it took for the storm to subside, he only felt that the waves were sweet.

In the haze, Pei Mingxuan's voice rang in his ears: "Today is November 11th, Lidong."

He Yuhuan woke up for a moment, already November 11th?Pei Mingxuan's birthday!

"Forgot again?" Pei Mingxuan gently scratched his graceful neck, "I don't care, Brother Mingxuan doesn't blame you, just make up the birthday present now."

Another big wave comparable to a tsunami...

Cooperating with the turbulent sea always requires a lot of physical strength. After the last wave, He Yuhuan finally exhausted his energy and fell asleep.

The WeChat notification sounded, and Pei Mingxuan put his arms around the person next to him, stretched out the quilt with the other hand, brought He Yuhuan's phone, and a message was displayed on the lock screen.

Pei Zhihua: Today is Mingxuan's birthday.

He stared at the short line of words for a long while, then turned off the phone and put it back to its original place, hugging He Yuhuan tightly.

He likes this year's birthday present very much. Of course, it would be more perfect if there is no single boy's overreach.

He Yuhuan was awakened by the notification sound of WeChat.

Opening his eyelids in a daze, he moved his shoulders and found that he was firmly imprisoned in someone's arms.

"Brother Mingxuan, what time is it?" Thinking of what happened last night, his cheeks burned involuntarily, He Yuhuan clutched the quilt to cover most of his face, only his eyes were exposed.

"It's only seven o'clock, you continue to sleep, I asked Ronaldinho to ask for leave for you."

"No need to ask for leave, I am in good condition!" He Yuhuan lifted the quilt and sat up suddenly.

They came back early yesterday. Although they had been tossing and tossing for a long time, they didn't sleep too late. He was very energetic, but his body was a little sore, which didn't affect the filming.

Pei Mingxuan laughed and made a phone call to save Ronaldinho from asking for leave. He pinched He Yuhuan's face: "Your spirit is better than a few days ago, are you charging?"

Noticing Pei Mingxuan's gaze, He Yuhuan rolled up his pajamas, looked around and said to him: "We have to gather at 07:30, I'm going to take a shower, Brother Mingxuan, you should get ready too!" Said and ran into the bathroom.

Pei Mingxuan got out of bed, walked lazily to the bathroom door, and looked at the shadow inside: "It seems that next time, the duration and difficulty level can be increased."

In the bathroom, He Yuhuan choked on the mouthwash.

Want to unlock new poses?looking forward to it...

wrong!Can't!He can't be sorry to the fans! ! !

Pei Mingxuan's battlefield scenes have all been filmed, and everyone is on the same set today.

"You were so lively in the morning, but now you don't dare to look at me?" Pei Mingxuan whispered.

"I..." He Yuhuan raised his head, "I need to adjust." Otherwise, I would be thinking wildly on the set later, it would be too disrespectful!

Pei Mingxuan stopped teasing him, and the two of them started reading today's script.

The WeChat alert sounded, and He Yuhuan swiped the phone away.

Pei Zhihua: Did you celebrate your birthday yesterday?

He Yuhuan saw the last message at the same time.

Pei Zhihua has always remembered Pei Mingxuan's birthday. From this point of view, he should regret what happened back then.

He Yuhuan secretly glanced at Pei Mingxuan, but he didn't expect that the other party seemed to have eyes on his ears.

Pei Mingxuan: "Does it look good?"

He Yuhuan lowered his gaze and struggled for a while. Considering that there were many people sitting around and Pei Zhihua was not far away, he chose to send a WeChat message.

He Yuhuan: Have you not been in touch with Teacher Pei for a long time?

Pei Mingxuan: 17 years.

He Yuhuan: If he realizes his mistake, will you forgive him?

Pei Mingxuan: I saw the WeChat message he sent you yesterday.Leave him alone.

He Yuhuan: Okay...

Pei Mingxuan: He is obsessed with acting, and his training method is crazy, and it is not only aimed at me, so I ask you to stay away from him.

He Yuhuan: He was very gentle on the set. He was occasionally asked for advice, and the way of guidance was not too much. Maybe he has realized the mistakes he made and regretted it.

Pei Mingxuan: I don't hate him, nor can I forgive him.I can't achieve today's achievements without his guidance. Although rough, it is really useful, but he forgot that besides being an actor, he is also a father and a husband.

Pei Mingxuan: I never deliberately shy away from him, but he has always been timid and afraid to face us.

He Yuhuan put down his phone and looked outside the set.

In late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, lined with rows of antique buildings. Compared with seven years ago, the scenery in the film and television city has not changed much. On the sidewalk outside the studio, tourists walk by in groups, stopping from time to time to look at the studio , Beside them, the takeaway brother drove a battery car on the main road and passed by.

Many years ago, He Yuhuan rode an electric tricycle along this road to deliver boxed lunches to the crew, and more often, it was his father who delivered the boxed lunches.

That electric tricycle is still lying in the bicycle garage in my hometown, but unfortunately the rider will never appear again.

He Yuhuan picked up the phone again, looked at the two short lines of words sent by Pei Zhihua, thought for a while, and typed a few words.

He Yuhuan: You owe him an apology.